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A nocturnal breach
as performed
in passing the torch
to the lighted day.

When the sun comes upon
the door
the view that is outside
out of my hair
has opened the mind
out of sleeping air.

Has the door 
as the time it's viewed
out of my care.
Out of aware
of what before passed.
Where suppleness a corner
has neatly enclosed
forgotten has door
as clearly composed.

A corner that kept present tense,
Oh lightly
the views stayed

ported for the silence.

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